"Of course not," Henrietta said, slightly aghast that he would have even thought to ask. When and where would she have learned to swim? Since the moment she'd turned fifteen, Henrietta had barely been allowed to leave her bedroom without a corset on, and certainly no one was going to go swimming in a corset. The very idea of Henri wearing a bathing suit probably would have caused her mother to have a conniption.
It took a second for her to realize why he would have asked, and when she did the panic was obvious on her features. "You don't think we'll have to?" she asked, but she already knew the answer. Why ask the question if he didn't think it might become relevant? It was hardly as though they were in the middle of an engaging conversation in the center of a ballroom. Henri had never been in the middle of an engaging conversation in her life, but she knew enough to know this wasn't it.
The crack that had opened up in the top of the tunnel behind him grew wider. The waterfall pouring in was now creating enough of a puddle that Henri felt obliged to lift the hems of her skirts to avoid getting them wet. This wasn't looking good.
It took a second for her to realize why he would have asked, and when she did the panic was obvious on her features. "You don't think we'll have to?" she asked, but she already knew the answer. Why ask the question if he didn't think it might become relevant? It was hardly as though they were in the middle of an engaging conversation in the center of a ballroom. Henri had never been in the middle of an engaging conversation in her life, but she knew enough to know this wasn't it.
The crack that had opened up in the top of the tunnel behind him grew wider. The waterfall pouring in was now creating enough of a puddle that Henri felt obliged to lift the hems of her skirts to avoid getting them wet. This wasn't looking good.
